Hetalia Reader x Country One shots

Let it Snow: GerEng Part One

Do not hate. I got this idea while watching the Christmas special. And
They may be a weird couple
But they are a seriously cute one.

And

Give me requests you lazy fans. XD JK love you

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"Good game!" Britain panted, laying in the soft snow. Germany sat next to him, propping himself up with an elbow.

"Jou're good vith jour feet." He smiled, which seemed rare.

Britain gazed at the German's face, sighing in his head.

"My god, he's perfect." He spoke inside his head. Britain had long time secret feelings for Germany. He liked the strong serious type.

"Thank you! You're fun to play with!" The Brit lay back, the warm feeling escaping him as the cold snow came in contact with his skin. He jumped up, squeaking at the touch. Germany chuckled.

"Cold?"

"Yes, you get so used to the warm in this coat, it scares the bloody hell out of you when you touch a glass of water." He laughed half heartedly. Smiling brightly, he dug in the snow with his mitten covered hands, face turning red. Finally, he found the folded up tent he forgot a few days ago. "There you are, stupid wanker." He muttered, yanking it out.

"Vhat is zhat?" Germany quirked an eyebrow. He looked around, seeing clouds roll in. Without any quick comprehension, it began to rain, and eventually snow.

"Ack! Stupid rain!" Britain scolded at the sky, pulling a pin so the tent began to pop up. Britain crawled inside, warming up to a corner of it. Germany sat still, unsure if he was invited. "Come in, it's fine." 

Reluctantly, the blonde crawled inside, a few feet from Britain. "So," The German's cheeks grew red, feeling the tent warm up.

"Merry Christmas." The other blonde stated, handing a cookie to him. Germany took a bite, groaning happily. It wasn't that bad. "I-it's good?"

"Ja! They're ausgezeichnet!"

"You're so cute when you smile." Britain giggled, eating one himself. "Arthur Kirkland."

"V-Vhat?"

"T-that's my name."

"Oh... Meine name ist Ludvig Beilschmidt." He smiled at Arthur, causing the Brit to heat up more. "Arthur?"

Germany purring his name caused a shiver down his back. "Yes, love?"

"Vhat did jou vish for Christmas?" He asked, putting another bite of chocolate cookie into his mouth.

"Well I can't tell you that, can I?" He chuckled, twiddling with his fingers. a frown appeared on the blue eyed man next to him. "Fine."

As soon as he took a breath, bells were heard, and the two looked outside, rain and snow hitting thier faces. 

Finland!

"Merry Christmas! May your wishes come true!" Finland winked, tossing down something. Britain scrambled over, blush covering his face when he realized it was mistletoe. Shoving it in his pocket, he turned toward the German.

"I-it was nothing."

He avoided eye contact, bundling up again. 

God he wanted to kiss him so bad.